Terry O’Fee, 2000
I remember where I was that night quite well.
For the first (and probably last) time in Broken Hill’s history (my home town), we had a street party. The clock hands on the Post Office Clock were painted a god awful yellow where people would complain about not being able to see the time for a year to come. The streets were blocked off from cars and pubs usually ignored in the main street were their busiest they will ever be in their lifetimes. People went from pub to pub, even drinking on rooftops wherever they could find room. I stayed relatively sober, it was such a big night for the city I wasn’t in one spot long enough to get a decent nights drinking in. My friend at the time and I bumped into so many people, just chatting, barely trying to move. Me and that friend hardly talk anymore. He became the guy I looked up to, to nasty jerk in a couple of years. Most you Australians out there in the country probably have heard him and not realised it.
It was my last year at TAFE. Getting older, my first job had started to die, and just after the boss who hated me with a passion finally fucked off to Adelaide and the new nice boss couldn’t afford to give me many hours at all. Still she was surprised the following year when I told her that I was leaving and had a full time job with my father. Go figure.
The next ten years were interesting ones. 2001 was, really, the end of my teenage years. Spending 9/11 watching that tragedy all fucked on painkillers after getting my wisdom’s out. Working with dad wasn’t really working out that well. I was moved down here to Mildura, then to Melbourne. Never really found my groove in Melbourne where they offered me a job in their regional office in Wagga. Finally made some good friends. Eventually moved to Mildura again for the past couple of years. A lot of the early times are documented in the locked friends posts of my Livejournal. You know I kinda wish I kept updating that a lot more. This is long before I really discovered social media, twitter, facebook, all that. (and I never liked myspace. thank god my predictions on that piece of crap came true).
The last year I feel was real big for me. I moved into a house that was finally my own. I met some good friends and have settled into some kind of groove. I met a girl, didn’t really work out, however. Eh, shit happens. I did lose some close family, sadly a lot of Broken Hill trips the last couple of years were funerals. Never a good thing.
There’s one true thing I’d like in my life at this point. Should I do a resolutions? You know that thing that noone ever keeps??
1. Relationship of some sort. Yeah, that’d be nice.
2. Fitness. Everyone looked at me off when I said I wanted to lose 10 ks last night (aww thank you), but I’d really like to lose this gut. I KNOW i said that last year, but believe it or not I was once a very skinny and very unhealthy person. 
3. Anger? Actually, I’ve done pretty well with that this year. I think I am much happier than what I used to be, but it’s always good to be better…
4. Organisation – I’d like to get better at that. Starting tomorrow, actually.
5. Update this more. Get some more photos, videos and blog entries up. No I’m not looking for some kind of massive page views, but It would be good to be able to look back at the year and go “awwww” wow. Just got to get over that hesitation about keeping things locked up inside of me. Open up more.
I spent my new years with some great friends at someone house. No, I didn’t “go out” to the clubs, later, just drank beer, chatted, and of course, counted down to the big 0.
Didn’t stay up much after that. I drank my weight in beer and actually could of kept going. I didn’t feel “drunk” though, maybe because I paced myself. Still felt like death the next morning. Shoulda gone straight to bed when I got home…
Anyways, here’s to 2010 and a hope that this year, this decade is going to be much better than the last for all of you out there. Peace.